How to Edit?

Really, is there such a thing as a "how to edit" for a girl who loves all things that sparkle as well as all things that are more than a little loved, tattered and rusty? I've been shaking up my downstairs in anticipation of my "First Annual Black Friday Shopping and Desert Party". Let me just say, I have the most amazing ability to pack an enormous amount of goodies into such a small amount of space. This will be the third time I have attempted to edit dishware, OK, this time I didn't give up any dishes so I moved to glassware. All right, I didn't give up glassware either, well maybe two glasses.

My very best friend in the whole wide world, for the longest time gave me and my husband two beautiful champagne flutes for our wedding. My friend passed away within a year after I married. Since that time I have always used the champagne flutes to celebrate his birthday on October 31st, mine as well since its just a few days later. It occurred to me as I pulled them out of the cabinet that it seemed a shame that I only used them once a year. The exception being the year my best friend in Indiana married. I was honored to have their wedding reception at my home. The bride and groom used those special glasses to toast their new future together. A joyful use of the glasses and an excellent way to remember a lost friend.

That was several years ago and I find that I no longer need the glasses to remember my dear friend. I honor him in my heart and that is all that really matters, not the things left behind. As I was washing them and trying to decide if I could really "edit" them out of my life, I thought of the last time they were used joyfully. Owen and Celeste toasting to their new life together and to the blending of their two families as they became one. Now, one of their daughters, Laura is going to marry Michael and they will be toasting with the same champagne flutes, as my offer of flutes were accepted today from the bride to be. I am sure Jeff is looking down with approval.

So in the end, I did part with things that had been very special to me, but my heart still carries the memories and that in the end is really all that matters

Artful Thursday

Thursday is now my favorite day of the week! I adore my painting class, I love the people in the class, and the instructor is an absolute gift of a gal! Class isn't nearly long enough, it flies by and when I leave class I feel like I am on the tippy top of the world. No bad thing to be me on Thursday. I left the museum after class and went to hang my work at Penny Lane Coffee House. The show has an opening reception on Saturday from 2-4. There is some amazing work there already, I can't wait to see it all of the work installed. I think there are two more artists to go, very exciting.

The whole entire Richardson family made it home yesterday, they are now a family of 4 (six if you count the fur balls) with the addition of Grant. Congratulations to them!

My "Hot Flash" tiara is top heavy, so the paper doll is doing some serious leaning forward. She looks like she is trying to lunge out of the box and directly at you (if she were really having a hot flash that might be the case). Naturally that leaning thing is not going to work, so I have been noodling around today, trying to figure out how to get her back in balance and keep her fabulous crown in place.

On another note entirely. I was whining to my friend Celeste about how incredibly uncoordinated I was in my Pilate's class. She calmly pointed out that it didn't matter because I could wear really, really impossibly high heels and pull off looking completely graceful. Did I mention we will be friends for life?